Roman took another large swig off his beer and then fidgeted for as long as could to avoid answering. "Just that you have a certain way of, um, commanding attention when you wear something like you did this morning."

"Commanding attention?" What do you mean?"

Now he was getting really uncomfortable, but the can of worms had already been opened. There was no turning back, even if the coy smirk on his daughter's face made him think she was beginning to play with him now.

"Let's just say you have a quality that's hard to ignore, especially when you're dressed a certain way."

"Quality? Really? What's that supposed to mean?"...